She had always loved nature with an intense love; but now there seemed a richer gold in the parting sunbeams--a sweeter mystery behind the far-off hills--because of that Figure in the east window.

It was as if she saw again a land which she had always loved, and now learned for the first time that it belonged to some one who was dear to her; a new sense of ownership mingled with the old delight, and gave an added interest to the smallest detail.
Then she and Alan turned their backs to the sunset, and drove along the bleak high-road toward Sedgehill, where the reflection of the blast-furnaces--that weird aurora borealis of the Black Country--was already beginning to pulsate against the darkening sky.

And here again Elisabeth realized that for her the old things had passed away, and all things had become new.

She felt that her childish dream was true, and that the crimson light was indeed a pillar of fire showing that the Lord was in the midst of His people; but she went further now than she had gone in her day-dreams, and knew that all the lights and shadows of life are but pillars of cloud and of fire, forthtelling the same truth to all who have seeing eyes and understanding hearts.
Suddenly the silence was broken by Alan.

"I have been thinking about you during the service, and building all sorts of castles in the air which you and I are going to inhabit together.